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Ophiuchus was completely disoriented when his eyes opened and he found himself immersed in a grotesque body. His skin, once smooth and human, was now covered in rough, misshapen scales. These scales closely resembled dragon scales, but were much more irregular and thick, giving his skin a truly grotesque texture.

In addition, he noticed the tails that were not furry, but rather an extension of the same dark scales that covered his body. These tails had twisted, sharp tips, almost like claws, and most surprisingly, they could move in a sinister and independent manner from each other.

Upon opening his mouth, Ophiuchus realized something even more horrifying. His mouth was filled with sharp, irregular teeth, covered in a viscous substance that dripped down, a metallic, salty, and slightly sweet taste.

His pupils shifted to the tiny body between his claws.

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(World: High School DXD)

Vali Lucifer, now captured by Ophiuchus's grotesque claws, was immersed in a sense of helplessness. His eyes, once proud and defiant, were now filled with panic as he stared at the twisted scales that held him captive.

His silver hair, which had once shone with an aura of confidence, was disheveled and covered in the viscous substance that dripped from Ophiuchus's mouth. Vali tried to move, but the claws were strong and relentless, holding him firmly in place.

Ophiuchus, with eyes that glinted with malice, brought Vali Lucifer close to his grotesque mouth, the sharp teeth covered in the viscous substance dripping with sinister hunger. In his final moments of despair, Vali looked into Ophiuchus's yellow eyes and realized there was no escape.

With a swift, brutal motion, Ophiuchus's jaws closed around Vali. A muffled scream echoed through space as Vali Lucifer's body was consumed by the darkness that was Ophiuchus.

As Vali was absorbed, a transformation occurred, his form had vanished from the spot.

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(World: God of Slaughter)

A lake of blood lay before him, a lake of dark red that reflected the sinister glow of the moon. The distant screams of other humans echoed in the air, mixing with the unmistakable sound of his sharp jaws moving.

He tried to resist the primal instinct taking over him, fighting to keep his humanity intact. It was as if two beings shared a single mind, a constant struggle between the desire to destroy and the desire to maintain his sanity.

Ophiuchus is looking at the Lake of Blood.

The howls and the stimulating sounds of his nerves make him crave a bloody decoration, increasing his urge to slaughter as if an impulse was driving him to massacre all the people around.

Ophiuchus feels a headache that feels like it's about to split his mind, as the sounds of the Lake  of Blood torment him, making it difficult for him to focus on any thought.

The Lake  of Blood, on the other hand, seems strangely calm.

His nerves have been trained over many years to withstand births and deaths. Although the headache is unmatched, he remains calm and advances towards the Lake  of Blood step by step.

*Kacha kacha*

Sections of snow-white iron bones break under his feet as he advances. Ophiuchus's expression is dignified, as he finds himself inside a cave full of the bones of the dead.

This cave, where many people could not escape before, is the territory of the Lake of Blood. Ophiuchus wonders if the Lake  of Blood is mysterious enough to provoke a reaction in his physique, given that this is one of the places where the body will be modified to adhere to the practice of Xianxia cultivation.

But most importantly, could his body return to human form?

As Ophiuchus gets even closer to the Lake  of Blood, the howls become more intense and ferocious, like sharp knives piercing his mind. Ophiuchus faces an aura of madness and massacre contained in these howls, challenging the limits of his mental resistance. His persistent nervous system, even amid this anomaly, is unmatched, but it is being tested to the limit.

Inside the Lake  of Blood, skeletons from different places begin to appear, and the center of the Lake of Blood is dominated by a milky white skeleton. It is not like the skeletons of the Lake of Blood in size, as if the Sea of Blood had swallowed many lives.

As Ophiuchus gets even closer to the Lake  of Blood, he notices something unusual: the scarlet water of the Lake of Blood is thick, but he doesn't smell blood. On the contrary, the air here is surprisingly fresh, and he perceives a different fragrance, something unusual coming from the Lake of Blood.

Continuing to walk, suddenly, in his mind, he sees an illusion of an infinite sea of blood, with countless skeletons accumulating on the islands. Some skeletons are almost intact, like the remains of dinosaurs from the Cretaceous period. 

It seems that in the Sea of Blood, the sounds of killing are infinitely duplicated: "Kill".

Ophiuchus maintains his consciousness, but his heart begins to race uncontrollably under the pressure that the Lake  of Blood exerts on him.

He feels the familiar taste of death, but instead of fearing it, he embraces it. He sees this as an opportunity to seek true realization in death.

One step at a time, he advances under the pressure of the Lake  of Blood, finally reaching the edge of the Lake.

He looks at the Lake  of Blood, which, although not large, seems to stimulate Ophiuchus's madness.

He growls, "With Lucifer's blood running in my veins and the impulse of this lake, I should be able to return to my original form."

With those words, Ophiuchus dives into the Lake  of Blood.

Ophiuchus slowly touches the bottom of the lake. However, the scarlet water of the Lake of Blood seems to have suddenly come to life. Scarlet vines quickly begin to wrap around his body and in just a few seconds, his entire body is wrapped in a cocoon inside the lake.

A sharp pain spreads throughout his body, and his mind is invaded by a malicious sensation. He feels uncomfortable as if countless small insects were piercing his body through all his pores, writhing in his limbs and even in his bones and internal organs.

A strange, weak liquid slowly flows through his veins, like a dripping stream. Wherever this liquid passes, Ophiuchus's veins seem to be torn apart, and the liquid flows quickly and violently, dividing into countless streams and flooding the acupuncture points on his body.

Ophiuchus feels as if the acupuncture points on his body are suddenly being activated intensely. Sometimes they burn like fiery fire, other times they become sharp and icy like ice.

The discomfort is indescribable.

The sharp pain in his mind is becoming more and more disturbing, and Ophiuchus seems to see the strange liquid being injected into the acupuncture points, causing strange changes.

Each acupuncture point seems to become a small whirlpool, spinning wildly.

A weak dark red liquid is injected into these whirlpools and seems to be digested quickly, transforming into paper whirlpools. However, as the whirlpools absorb the liquid, they become larger and more powerful, increasing the speed of their movements gradually.

Ophiuchus doesn't know if it's because the pain has exceeded his capacity to endure, but he is suffering in agony and ignorance as he feels his body becoming like a giant vessel, with this strange liquid flowing throughout his body, altering it in a way that he cannot comprehend.

It seems that they are altering the acupuncture points inside his body.

When this thought seems close to disappearing, a sharp and overwhelming pain erupts in his mind, and Ophiuchus's consciousness is instantly extinguished.